Friday night before our big Thanksgiving meal on Saturday, we took an inventory of all the foods and desserts we had and we discovered we didn't have anything pumpkin--which is Matt's favorite. So...I ran through my recipes and came across one for a Pumpkin Cream Cheese pie. Although it was late and I was tired, I stayed up and baked this pie (including crust) from scratch. I knew I didn't have to, but he was being such a sweetheart letting my HUGE family stay with us, I wanted to do this for him.
So the next day I'm loading all the food into the car to take down to my mom's house. Grant is buckled in, Brook is buckled in and I am bringing out the last casserole when Grant lifts his foot and says "look mom" in a totally non-challant tone. I look over and this is what I saw:
There went the Pumpkin pie. Guess it didn't matter that I had told him NOT to get up because there was food all over the floorboard of the car. Grrr...
Thankfully my SIL has an amazingly wonderful personality and she helped me to just CRACK up about it instead of get mad. :o)